The gold of Hollywood is coming down
They’ve lost the shield, sword and crown
From San Francisco to Boston is lost
Life is coming on
Life is being lost
High on life people trying to fake it
We can see through all the smoke and mirrors
Yet still enticed by the glitter
Fakers looking pretty
Fakers die alone
The fall of this house will be the greatest
We’ll watch it from afar and cry
All of our drams collapse unrealized
Dreams of a new future
Dreams ended and past
Archive Page 2
i imported all the old kerouac stuff now, so you can go back and look at it. i will be publishing 5-10 of my newer poems and so forth in the next while. seems appropriate that with the import, this is post number 50.
“Best of”
Frustrations Probably the closest thing to a Love poem I’ve written
Beat The very definition of how I live
Rollin Through This is one of the first things I wrote, took forever to put it online
Omtopable Definitely a great word I made up, meaning “the time between starting and beginning”
Madness Without a doubt the best thing I have ever written
I’m also really really ready to go back to the field. I had a lot of inspiration out there that I don’t have here. Too many distractions and unnecessary indulgences on my part. My wound is progressing nicely- recovery is slow and boring, but still in progress.
Working on:
-More poetry
-The walk pt 2
-Notebook work
-quote compilations
-various sketches
-religious piece on self-deprivation for enlightenment
Read, weep, inspiration.
I really love ukulele covers of songs. Especially when it’s T-Pain.
Or when it’s Still Alive
Especially Usher
And let’s never forget the Ukulele Orchestras (vid1) (vid2) (vid3) (vid4)
And of course, Cowboys From Hell
Okay, I think I’ve got it.
Richard Alpert is one of the survivors of the Black Rock. The island has preserved him as a means of bringing people to the island. He works in tandem with Jacob, the “good” part of the island. While on the island he and his fellow Black-rockians discovered more and more about its special properties. Magnus and Richard were especially keen to the island. We know Magnus’s progeny would later establish places on the island to test and measure the special properties. Could Magnus be Alvar, preserved by the island in time? Alvar is a part of the Life Extension Project.
More on the Good part of the island- the monster exists to protect, and might have even been created by these same people. So, the original inhabitants of the island and the Dharma initiative are related, but must maintain a delicate balance- the idea of good and evil. Dharma could only observe what “the others” knew already, the others had to pretend to be disinterested. Eventually the original others realized Dharma was becoming defunct, overthrown by the evil Dr. Mittelwerk. Thus they eliminated the original Dharma, severing whatever ties he had to get to the island.
The Bad part of the island is now Matthew Abbaddon under the orders of Charles Widmore. Widmore knows where the island was because his company was contracted out by Dharma to build the stations (theory). He needs to get to the island to control its properties and understand more about the power it has. He and Mittelwerk are in cahoots. Ben, as a “good other” like Richard, wants to stop Widmore. He cannot kill Widmore as the evil part of the island preserves Widmore just as the good preserves Ben and the Oceanic 6.
Season 5: the Oceanic 6/Ben/Richard Alpert are in a battle of time and an attempt to return. Sun is on her own trying to get her way back however possible- even using Mr. Widmore, to get back to her husband.
On the other side is Abbadon/Widmore/Mittelwerk. They are working to discover the island before the others so that they can manipulate the islands powers for evil. Or is it for good? Are they trying to use the island to prevent the Valenzetti Equation? Who knows. I don’t claim to.
So that’s the race to the island, obviously they will both reach it, but we don’t know at what time they will reach it. Needless to say, it’s going to be amazing.
The best part about those axe chocolate man commercials are that I have that scent and that he sprays it on the same way I do.
I’m very happy that it will turn me into candy for women. Such honesty is so appreciated in advertising. I just hope I don’t lose my arm in a tragic drive by.
And I like the song in the commercial, so here it is:
When a cold chill begins to burn at your very soul
That’s the sweet touch of Love
When just the drop of a name begins to sting your very toe
That’s the sweet touch of Love
Just the thought about seeing you would blow my mind
That’s the sweet touch of Love
I was about to give up but you came just in time
With your sweet touch of Love
You brought out the best in me,
Made me leave the rest of me behind
Oh yes you did
You delivered me from lonelyness
And onlyness ooh yes
And Oh little girl I want…
One little kiss to let me know girl
That I couldn’t live without your love, you know its true
I ‘ve found the joy that I had been missing for so long
It was the sweet touch of Love
When a cold chill begins to thrill your very soul
That’s the sweet touch of Love
When just the drop of a name begins to sting your very toe
That’s the sweet touch of Lto have yove
You know that there’s nothing that’s sweeter than you
I got to have you early in the morning
And when the icy wind a-blow from the north
I don’t need no clothes I don’t need no coat
I got you in the morning
I got you late in the afternoon
I got you late in the evening too
I got you
When ever my love come’s tumbling down
And you know you got to be there
You can use the rest of this world of mine
And you know you got to be there
When my love come’s tumbling down
And you know you got to be there
When my love come’s tumbling down
And you know you got to be there
Not like I’m trying to be something. I just can’t stand not to not tell it. Like trapped in a cave screaming and ranting no more a slave to society, freed by isolation. I’m not much on destruction of self more like the destruction of all. If it’s all being built up then it all must come falling down some day.
More like a Jenga puzzle where everything seems so nice but you’re so delicate it makes it no longer fun. You poke one through, but let’s face it you’ll always lose because the other guy sees what you can’t. That’s perspective. That’s power. Not like you look at a different angle but you interpret what you see differently. He sees opportunity and all you see is a pile of square pegs.
I tried once to put together a puzzle but I realized it’s not much but a recreation of what it was. People ordering pre-destroyed puzzles just to put them together. Like they’ll take it apart and do it again someday. I’ll buy a painting and same precious time and not feel frustrated because a side piece is missing or something wasn’t cut right. That’s the struggle of the jigsaw- you can’t guarantee when you’re done that it’ll be perfect. In fact, you know it won’t be because it has 500 pieces all mechanically cut and when it’s put together the cuts are like scars, marring the picture you spent time to recreate.
The funny thing is there’s no humor in all this.
Hands on a Hard Body is a rather enchanting documentary about a contest in which people put their hands on a truck to win it. Sounds easy right? Just watch. It’s hypnotically good.
So I’m walking the hallways with God. Not in the way you’d walk to someplace but the way you walk when you really have to get to know someone. There’s lots of doors, solid at the base but as they stretch up they fade into the wall so you get this idea that someone’s scrubbed them out of existence. Of course it looks perfect, what do you expect, I’m with God; everything is perfect
I know I’m not dead but that thought lingers in my head because, let’s face it you don’t really walk with God much while you’re alive. I’m no Enoch, I know that. God is of course big. Not big like fat or imposing, but big like he’s super-inflated. Constantly moving- like everything inside him wants to get out but he’s holding it in by sheer force of will, the power of God. Contained chaos, you might say. You might say a lot about God, but most of it doesn’t matter.
The way I’m keeping up with God I could brag about it, but he’s probably just slowed himself down for me. I can’t help but wonder if I’ll get to review my life and see how I did. I didn’t even see the car coming, to be honest. There wasn’t even a pause between impact and where I am now; the impact practically sent me here. I wasn’t driving anywhere in particular, more driving just to go. The American dream- it doesn’t matter where you are so long as you’re going.
The hallway takes on a much more distinct feeling, a sharpness, like it had finished rendering, like when you finally understand something and you’ve got it forever. Seeing this semi-heaven is like riding a bike and I wouldn’t ever want to forget it. Anticipation for something special- walking with God, clarity in direction, etc. God turns to me and whispers in that booming omniscience of his.
The paramedics had wrested me from the mass of steel and plastic that was my car. I don’t exactly realize how I got back here but here I am.
I’m so ready for the olympics. I mean, peak of performance in athleticism and human accomplishment right there. No doubt- China is a terrible, horrible place in terms of human rights, decency, and so forth, but Olympics are Olympics.
I’ve got quite a bit I’m working on so hold up while i get it all together.
it’s an addiction to clever fiction fixin to make the making of an exciting scene taking from what it was to what you think it should mean in between certainly the truth and an error a moment of terror freed by the compliance to rules and conditions too popular not to mention like how you must do these things and this is how you must be seen it’s a beautiful thing if you don’t you’ll get pushed off like an engagement ring after the breakup a shakeup of unrealized proportions to make sure you’re okay we’ll send in the persons responsible for reassurance and placid recuperation a preemptive insurance against flaccid retaliation but when it comes down to brass tacks it’s really not all that iot’s all good like it should you just thought and that’s the problem
